![]() AnesthesiologistA Poem by Shalini R![]() To Sylvia Plath.![]() I’ll take you to death’s iron door Let you mingle with the light and black Let your fingers dance in slivers of silver and fire Light you might find, fingers Long and lean now pale As the snows of the If that is what beings you Nine times hell If death brings you to the ninth life Then I may not bring you back To this world poor Daddy left. Practice your art. Just your pretty Red head and pretty Red heart, both pieces To be chuffed away. I’ll save you from black ash, black ash But oh no, you can’t save yourself. ‘cause the switch has been flipped, my dear And all that is left is my opus.
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Added on February 10, 2008Author![]() Shalini Rblack hole, MDAboutThe name's Shalini, I'm addicted to wrecklessness. DOT, not feathers. I'm kind of a strange colabaration of ridiciously fun-loving [sadly sometimes without weighing the cost] and an old soul. I am .. more..Writing
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